More than 3,000 people survived the exile journey to the city of Uerek. More than 5,000 Buraku people joined on the way, as well as the aborigines who conquered Ulek City after capturing it. Of these, less than a thousand were horseback warriors who could be used. However, although they are few, they are an important force.

Muhadi decided not to allow the clergy to be dominated by the psychic sorcerers from Atki City, and he named some of the famous warriors as emirs and ordered them to rule over the rest of the warriors.

At the moment, the old Witch King's palace in Ulric City had not yet been restored, so the Psychic Warlock was sitting in his big tent. A great warrior of Tyrean origin, Umar ibn al-Khattab, stood outside the tent door. Another good samurai sat cross-legged on a nearby meadow and ate a bowl of figs.

In the tent, the maids laid out carpets and lit incense to add fragrance to the dusty air, so that Muhadi's pomp and circumstance would not look too shabby.

As soon as Qiē was ready to stop, the scout brought the first audience and left respectfully. This man was known as the Legionnaire, and he wore a featureless linen robe with a red and white turban. Before meeting Muhadi, he claimed that he had important secrets to report and that no one was allowed to sit in on them. So the Psychic Warlock dismissed the guards outside the door after the legion entered the tent.

The man was physically strong, with a crooked scar on his face. Muhadi knew that the face has forty-four muscles, which can accurately represent a person's mental activity more accurately than the tongue. But there was nothing to be seen on the Legion's face, as if it were a human skin mask, obscuring his true face.

Not long ago, a thousand souls tore off a part of their soul from their body and injected it into this body. Thousand Souls regarded it as a doppelganger, a tool, and a backup. Now, having heard of the legendary battle in the depths of the Salt Sea, the Legion has come to confirm the condition of its master.

The two looked at each other, their eyes unblinking. For a moment, it seemed that the Legion wanted to storm out. But in the end, he just looked away slightly, lowered his head and said, "I can feel the soul breath of a thousand souls in your body. Faint, but sure...... So we succeeded in the end?"

"Do you suspect that we may fail?" Mouhati asked the other majestically. "The timing couldn't have been perfect. By the time we reached the skies above the Pure Keep, Rajat was at the lowest point of strength after fighting his apprentices. Otherwise, we would never have been able to overcome him. ”

"This means that the Psychic Warlocks will rise together again!Even the mages will have to look up to us!What we've been working so hard for for millennia has come true!" The Legion's voice was excited, but his face remained calm.

"Be quiet, or we'll devour you. Muhati raised his hand and said. "It was a great victory, but it was far from being successful. Look at this world, the witch kings still rule most of the region, and the mages are still the protagonists on the stage of history. And on the very day we defeated the Primordial Warlock, the Sun Mage was born. ”

"We can defeat the Witch Kings. If Rajat can't resist it, then they can't resist it either, and so is the sun mage. "The legion mentions.

"You're trespassing!" Muhati slammed to his feet and yelled at the other.

The surging soul power raged in the tent, and Muhadi's body seemed to have turned into a terrifying source of spiritual power, and the oil lamps in the tent were swayed by the flames of this terrible spiritual pressure.

"Although we won, it was not without a price. Rajat's attack has greatly damaged my soul essence, and it will take me time to regain my strength. ”

"And we're going to keep a low profile," the Psychic Warlock said again. "lest the witch kings join forces against us. You have to keep the secret of the victory of the Thousand Souls in battle, and you must not let anyone know that we have taken possession of this body. Can you do it?!"

Muhadi pressed the Legion with a threatening gesture, and the latter could feel the breath of the other party, ethereal, elusive, but real and undeniable. "I'll do it. The Legion bowed its head in fear.

"Well, we know you can count on it. Muhati sat back in his place and said. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The Legion was silent for a moment, then replied. "Lyra's research is complete. ”

Hearing the name, Muhathir gave him a playful look. "What about the details?" he asked.

"The rest of the real products are dead," said the legion, without sympathy or pity. "But Lyra succeeded with a female nya. Coincidentally, that real product was given to her by the previous owner of your body. ”

Muhadi paused again, as if searching for his own memory. "That Lyra's successful real product is the prisoner of war of the former owner of our body?, the chief of the Crazy Horse tribe, who was born on the battlefield?" called her born on the battlefield because Mediki's mother was pregnant and went into battle, but was seriously wounded. Before she died, she ordered her belly to be dissected so that she could see her child. The desert people thus believed that Medici was born blessed.

A long time ago, al-Muhati captured the woman in battle, but then he didn't care about her. The Scorpion tribe was attached to Tyr at that time and couldn't keep slaves, so someone mentioned that Yì handed her over to Lyra, anyway, at that time, the Great Psychic Warlock was short of materials.

"This is a real product...... What can she do?" asked Muhadi.

"Infinite reverence, humble submission, constant affection, resolute allegiance, deep purity, infinite gratitude, sincere prayer, unceasing praise, enduring reverence, pious praise, unchanging obedience, absolute and willing obedience, and divine shouts and ardent ecstasy. Legion said. "She will be the prototype of our future army, invincible and unstoppable, far superior to the rabble gathered in this city. ”

"Whether in terms of physique, combat skills, or vitality, this army will be far from ordinary people. Lyra has also managed to endow her with some psionic abilities, and is immune to any effects that affect her mind, and will only be fanatical in her devotion to our goals. ”

"An army of warriors of pure mind, which will make us invincible. The legion concluded. "So I sacrificed a large rabble without caring before, they were worthless. ”

"Whether they are valuable or not is up to us, not you. Muhathir said. "From now on, you are forbidden to act arbitrarily. ”

The Legion's thoughts seemed to glow with bewilderment, but no matter what he thought in his heart, he didn't reveal anything in the end. "Absolutely. ”

"How many of these Psychic Warriors can Lyra make?" asked Muhadi as he stood up, turning his back to the Legion.

"Unfortunately, at the moment only women are able to use this method to become qualified psychic warriors. Legion said. "Lyra has already handed over her research, and if there are enough volunteers, we can train fifty people a month. ”

"Fifty?" Muhati raised an eyebrow. "Better than nothing. ”

With a click, an oil lamp went out.

"Then I don't have anything else to report. The legion said in a voice without affection.

"You can leave," Muhati said. "We have other people to meet. ”

"If that's the case," the legion stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned around, "What should this Mind Warrior force be called?"

For a moment, Muhadi remembered the image of the fish whisperer, and after hesitation, he spoke. "From this day forward, they will be known to the world by the name of the Battle Nun. ”

The Legion nodded silently and turned away, leaving the tent.

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The second interlocutor was dressed in a black robe, from head to toe. Once in the tent, she plucked her cheeks, revealing the elves' long, narrow, pointed ears. The almond-yellow eyes were bigger and more beautiful than Muhadi remembered.

Muhadi got up and took a half-step forward, ready to give the other a warm hug. Unexpectedly, Fatuma pulled out his scimitar and swiped it on the psychic mancer's neck. "Be careful with your words, Muhadi, and if you say the wrong thing, I'll kill you with the next sword...... Castrate you!" she changed her words at the last minute.

The girl's expression was puffy, her silver teeth were clenched, and her breath was short. Muhadi could feel the other man's breath blowing on his face, tickling.

"You can take the knife out of the way. The Psychic Mancer sighed. "I ......"

The elven girl punched Muhadi in the stomach, and the latter took the blow without any pain. Fatuma threw another punch at the bridge of the psychic mancer's nose, and the punch was so powerful that it knocked him to the ground. The elven girl rode on top of Muhadi, the scimitar still around his neck. "Take the knife away?The only thing you want to say when you meet me is to take the knife away?!"

"Whatever you want me to say, I'll tell you, and my tongue is all yours. Ignoring the knife around his neck, Muhadi pulled out a hand to caress the other man's supple show, and spoke softly. "You're prettier than ever. ”

"'You're prettier than ever?' is a good phrase, you could have started with it. Fatoumah didn't look so angry, but she didn't move the cutlass away. "But what I want to hear is an explanation! You swore to stay with me for a while, but how did you go to Tyre and then disappear!

"Maybe you can't believe it, but I've been kidnapped by a gang of Gisyankees. Muhadi replied to the girl, reassuring her with psionic energy. "Then a lot of things happened, and I got involved in the battle with the Ram Witch King, and then joined the great adventure to the Salt Sea. ”

"You've been kidnapped!?" Fatoumah's tone was concerned, but anger once again prevailed, and she asked again. "And then? You said you were going on an adventure in the Salt Sea, and you didn't even get a chance to send me a message before that?

Muhadi was speechless, but the elf girl gushed as if she had found an outlet. "Have you ever thought about my situation when you were out adventuring!"

"Every day I worry about what happened to you and whether it would be dangerous. Every day I wonder if I should give my tribe to someone else, and I will go to you myself! I even pray to your first cause that he will give you back to me! It is for your sake that I agree to become a vassal of Tyr. Have you ever thought about how much I was worried when Tyr persecuted the believers?!You're with the Coral Witch of Tyre!"

The girl became more and more agitated, and the knife in her hand pressed against Muhadi's skin, and the touch of metal was extremely cold. "Where were you when I led the warriors of the tribe to fight against the pursuers of Tyre?!Where were you when I came here to escort the exiles of Tyre?!Where were you when I needed you most?!"

"I wasn't with you at the time so I could see you again now. Muhadi said to the other party, looking directly into the almond-yellow eyes. In as brief language as possible, he described his life from the time he arrived at Tyre and attended the testimony of Tessian. Ram's battles, the adventures of the Salt Sea, all the way to the battle of being born in the Pure Fortress. The girl listened in fascination, and the psychic warlock took the opportunity to gently push away the scimitar resting on his neck.

"It's just a little bit," Mr. Muhathir said. "A Thousand Souls or a Primordial Warlock may take my body and devour my soul completely. I almost persevered. When facing the Seven Sins Sect, as well as the erosion of the Primal Warlock and the Thousand Souls, there was only one thing that came to mind. ”

"I believe that even when I have nothing, I still have you. The psychic warlock looked into the other's eyes and said. "Without you, I'm not sure I would have been able to resist their erosion and take back control of my body. ”

Fatuma was stunned for a moment, then her expression seemed to thaw, and the girl shook her head slowly. "Is that really what you said, I think you seem to ...... It's a little bit more emotional than before. ”

"Trials shape character," Muhathir said, "and maybe this adventure has brought me some good changes." With that, he held the elf girl's face in both hands and left a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"No!" Fatoumah seemed annoyed. "It should be here!" she pressed her lips to Muhadi's. The girl's lips are soft, sweet, and intoxicating.

It took a long time for her to raise her head.

"You're finally back, really back. She hugged him and whispered in her ear.

"I'm right here. Muhati hugged each other as well.

With a snap, Fatuma suddenly broke away from her embrace and slapped the Psychic Warlock, leaving the latter at a loss, "Have you ever thought about what I'd do if you died?" the girl asked, a smile on her lips.

"Bring me back to life. ”

"Phew, I can't wait to kill you again. ”

"If you really want to kill a killer, you didn't use a scimitar just now, but a purchased psionic crystal. ”

The elf girl was still riding on top of Muhadi, so she slammed her knee into the psychiocrat's lower body. "Can't you just act out a little pain with me?"

"Maybe I think everything you do to me is sweet?"

Fatoumah tried to hold herself back, but eventually burst out laughing. She hammered one hand on Muhadi's chest, laughing loudly, and finally spared him again.

"You know what. After reconciling with the Psychic Warlock, the Elven Girl pulled Muhadi to his feet. "Reward me for my loyalty. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"I didn't look for anyone when you weren't there. ”

"I haven't been in a relationship with any other woman. ”

"I'm not comparing myself to you, I'm talking about your little fiancée in Tyre. ”

Muhadi felt a lot more sober at once, and in order to avoid being court-martialed by Tessian, Sadiri had found a way to get him a noble status. The method was to be engaged to one of the daughters of Edbarillo, an old nobleman who had no male heirs in Tyre. "She's only nine years old, what's wrong?"

"Hmph, since Cessian has made up her mind to purge the believers in Tyre, how can she not be implicated if she has a marriage contract with you?" Before Tessian could do anything, he went to the Qadi (the judge) among the believers, declared that his daughter had not married you, that her marriage was incomplete, and that she asked for it to be dissolved. ”

Muhadi was speechless, looked at Fatoumah for a moment, and then asked in a tone of disbelief. "She's going to divorce me?"

"Of course," Fatoumah looked back at the Psychic Warlock without showing any hint of weakness. "You've never spent time with her, and you're facing possible persecution from Tessian, and you expect her to be loyal to you? Your Schicardi read the scriptures you preached, and declared that she had the right to separate from you, so he was sentenced!"

"It's really, it's melancholy. The Psychic Warlock sighed helplessly and said to Fatoumah. "Okay, I see what you mean, how do you want me to reward you?"

"Do you think to yourself, idiot, do I have to make an idea for you to please myself?" Fatumah flicked his finger on Muhadi's forehead.

"I will. Muhathir solemnly assured.

"Then I'll look forward to it. Fatoumah smiled a smile that would make all men happy. She was full of youthful energy, and when Muhati first crossed over, she looked about the same age as a psychic magician. Due to the elven bloodline and the consequences of the adventure, Muhati is now slightly older than her. "Oh, by the way, two more things to tell you. ”

"I'm listening. As the two were so close together, Fatoumah's head landed on the psychic mancer's face, and Muhadi waved it away.

"Half of my brother is getting married, and he's going to marry an old human woman. Elf Girl said. "If you have time, you can go and spend his last single days with him. ”

"Fahd married, I'll remember, but what about the second one?" asked Mohathir.

"The Scorpion Tribe has been doing business with other nearby tribes since they acquired their fiefdom near Ulric City. "Fatoumah told the psychic manlock. "After we moved to the city. There are chieftains of tribes and the Great Khan of the Mantis people who want to talk to you. ”

"They may want to join your forces, and they join their tribe. The elven girl finished her sentence and looked at the Psychic Warlock with a smug look.

"Fatuma ibn Abiad. With one hand, Muhadi brushed away the crumble from the other's forehead and stroked the other's cheek. "Have I ever told you that being rescued by you in the depths of the desert was the luckiest day of my life?"

After saying that, the psychiocrat exerted force in his hand and offered himself a deep kiss.

Fatoumah moved his pelvis to match Muhadi's position.

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The third interlocutor entered the tent in the evening, and the ruler of the city of Ankara, with a pot-bellied and oily face, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief woven with gold thread as he went.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet unceremoniously and cast a spell to conjure up a full table of lavish dining, emitting a spray of aroma. "Talk while eating. Malik Sultan grabbed a roasted ash scaled bird's leg and chewed it heavily. "That's the best, isn't it?"

"You know who I am. Muhadi didn't stretch out his hand, but asked calmly.

Malik tossed the eaten bones aside, looked at the psychomancer intently, and grinned. "Rajat, my master, how could I not recognize you? Judging by what I've heard, you've defeated and destroyed a thousand souls, and then completely taken over this body, right? ”

"That's right," Muhathir generously admitted. "And you still dare to appear in front of me, after the betrayal of the year?"

"This time, that time. The Witch King said. "Would you like to drink some jujube stuff? I've put a lot of effort into this spell, and the taste has improved a lot. ”

"No, I don't. The Psychic Warlock didn't move and looked threatening. "Give me a reason not to kill you. ”

"I've come to be loyal to you, so why would I do such a foolish thing as cutting off my arm?" said the Witch King. "I can feel that your aura is much weaker than it used to be. If you want to defeat a thousand souls, it will take you a lot of effort to control this body. ”

Muhadi was noncommittal. "What else?"

"Also, I can see you've changed a lot. Sultan Malik took a sip of the jujube stuff and said. "Among your current followers are elves, Muerres, and humans. I guess you've given up on destroying humanity?"

The Psychic Warlock was a little surprised, destroying the human race? The First Warlock was going to destroy the human race? This is incredible.

"My memory has not yet been fully restored," Muhadi said to Malik Sultan. "But you're right, I'm not going to repeat the mistakes of the past. He said vaguely. "Now I have only one race in my eyes, and that is the Athas. ”

"That's fine. Malik Sultan casually ate a few slices of onions. "I'm not as fanatical about destroying the inhuman race as I was when I was younger...... Although I have to say, working with elves and Moorish still finds it weird. Attas? Maybe I'll eventually get used to it. ”

"You said you were going to be loyal to me. Muhadi asked in a haughty tone. "And what can you bring me?"

"First, I'm going to help you clean up the traitor Polis. The Witch King bowed slightly and said. "As you probably already know, he ran back to his city-state, slaughtered almost 10,000 people of non-human aliens, and healed his injuries by extracting their life force. Not only that, but he also invites all the Witch Kings in the desert to join his team and seal you again. ”

"He can try!" declared the Psychic Warlock in a rebellious manner.

"Of course, Polis is bound to fail. Malik nodded, agreeing with Muhadi's judgment. "But I'm afraid this fight will bring too much unnecessary collateral damage to those who follow you. I join you to reduce the variables of the battle. ”

"And that's not all. Malik continued. "There is another fighter who has repented and is ready to join you, Master, to atone for his betrayal. ”

"Oh?" Muhati furrowed a frown. "And what's that?

"The Third Warrior Dragos, the Giant**, the Witch King of Mystner. Malik said with a piece of meat in his mouth.

"I've heard that he's long dead, besieged to death by a number of witch kings. ”

"It was Polis who instigated the witch kings to deal with Dragos, who was seeking a way to become a god. Malik rubbed his hands together and explained. "You know that Dragos dissected several god corpses and created the first god body mummy. He doesn't like magic dragon spells, and he claims to have studied divinity more than anyone else, so that's it......! So you can see why Dragos hates Polis so much. ”

"If he dies, it doesn't make sense for me that he hates anyone. Muhathir said.

"He is dead, but his hatred is not dead, and so is his strength. Malik said. "Only I know about this, the other Witch Kings are kept in the dark - as your best disciple in necromantic spells, he has learned a spell and turned himself into a lich. ”

"I know the spell that turns into a lich!" Muhati interrupted rudely. "But a magical creature of this level can't survive in Atas for long. Without a constant drain of life force to maintain its magical nature, any lich who arrives at Atas will soon be reduced to ordinary white bones, without the slightest hint of magic. ”

"Of course," Malik said, taking another sip of the jujube brew. "It is for this reason that most witch kings choose to transform into a dragon instead of becoming a lich. But Draegos is a genius at necromancy, and he has figured out how to overcome this disadvantage. ”

"That's?"

He used steam and gears to drive corpses, which greatly reduced the amount of magical energy consumed by undead creatures. You should really look at Taming's steam zombie soldier, with a chimney sticking out of his ear, crunching when he moves, and spewing white gas when he is injured. But those things are not small, more powerful than ordinary zombies or skeletons. Malik's mind shifted to a plate of naan and was trying to eliminate it.

"What?" Muhati felt incredulous, and there was a little more interest in his tone. "He uses a steam engine to power himself?a steam engine lich?!"

"No, no, no, it's not a steam engine. Malik waved his hand in denial. "It was an early experimental model, and it was long since it was scrapped. After all, the water of Atas is also precious, almost no less than life energy. The steam engine was of little use. ”

"He approached me, gave me a lot of money, and we worked together on a device called a gas engine. It doesn't need much water, it can be driven by oil, a hardly worthless by-product of the plant. Malik continued. "That's why I'm the only one in the desert who knows he's alive, I'm good at making little things, and enchantment magic is my favorite. ”

Muhati was silent, pondering what the shocking news thought. “...... Atas has an endless supply of oil. ”

"This means that we can make an endless number of zombie soldiers with gas engines. Malik continued Muhadi's words. "If we can find enough corpses. ”

"Good, good, good. "The Psychic Warlock has been saying that three years old is good. "You have proven the value of your loyalty. ”

Muhati took the cup in front of him, took a sip of the jujube brew, and then shared some food to show his attitude.

"It's an honor!" Malik bowed exaggeratedly. "If possible, can you do me a little favor?"

"Depends on what that is. Muhadi raised his chin. "Tell me about it. ”

"For thousands of years, I have painstakingly built a huge ship that carries people and migrants. In this way, even if the ecology of Attas is deteriorating, its inhabitants have a chance to live. Malik explained to Muhadi. "The final assembly has long been completed, and only the fusion furnace, which is the energy source, has not been completed. I wanted to travel to the Pure Fortress and gain the secret to harness the energy of the stars, but now it's ruined. ”

"I'm thinking, as a master of magic, I've entered the extinct zài at the heart of the Pure Fortress. The Witch King's somewhat fat face squeezed out a flattering expression. "Can you, with your infinite wisdom, give me a click to solve this problem?"

"If my giant magic ship is built. Malik assured Muhadi. "I will serve you better, my master!"

Muhadi thought about the other man's suggestion in his heart, and finally, he moved his chin and smiled playfully. "Have you ever heard of a technology called a stellarator?"

"Stellar, I haven't heard of it. Is that a kind of barbecue?" said Sultan Malik, puzzled.

"I'll explain the details to you later. Muhathir said. "Until then, I want you to do something for me. ”

"Of course, no problem. ”

"I want you to find the bodies of dead fighters, such as Ram's Abela Chili, and bring them to me. Muhati told him in a cold tone. "Keep a low profile, and don't let any psyker show you what you're doing. If it's unfortunate enough to leak out, then kill them! Don't let a psyker get hold of those corpses!"

"Also, don't divulge the secret that I've completely controlled this body. Let the world think that the primordial warlock has been greatly weakened in the previous battle, and even fallen asleep again!" Muhati smiled cruelly when he said this.

For a moment, the Witch King Malik seemed to feel that he had answered thousands of years ago, and Rajat stood in front of him as he did then, and cold sweat instantly crawled all over the Sultan's fat body.

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P.S. I considered the name Fish Whisperer as the name of that female unit. The name comes from The Dune Emperor, which Muhadi's son gave the name. It stirred up the famous forces of the later Warhammer 4OK series, the adeptasoro day tas, aka battle nuns. However, for those who haven't read the Dune series, the name Fish Whisperer is too obscure, so I decided to use the Battle Nun for a little louder.

The stellarator is a magnetically confined controlled nuclear fusion device, which was very popular in the 5o-7o years, and was later stolen by the tokamak system, but I don't like the tokamak.

Thousands of psionic beings combined, once strongly advocated the extermination of races other than humans, and the great expedition that could explode. What do readers who have played Warhammer remember?

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